Nyssa has been cuffed with her hands above her head into a metal cage. She strung up so tightly to the top of the cage that she has to stand on her tippy toes, ankles bound together by rope. Topless in nothing but the skimpiest bikini bottom, she struggles to find a way to relieve the pressure from her shoulders, but there's nothing she can do. She's gagged with a black handkerchief, cleve gagged, and struggling. And then someone comes to close the cage door...she may never get out.

It's 1926 in Chicago and prohibition has just taken place. But that doesn't stop our fun, we just took it underground. Those "Drys" are so boring and don't know how to have a good time. While us "Wets" have been partying nonstop, dancing til all hours of the night. The religious folks don't like us, but we couldn't care less. We are living for the now and they wont take our booze or our cigarettes! I've been dancing the Charleston, flirting with all the men, drinking from my garter flask, just having a lot of fun. My feet are very tired from dancing so I go to have a little break. I strike a match and light up a nice strong cigarette. These heels are a little bothersome so I slowly push the back of my heel down, not all the way. I like the way it feels when the air hits my soles and I just let that heel dangle off of the tips of my toes. I'm wearing a pair of silver silk stockings, rolled up just above my knee. They were imported and I can't bear to talk about how much they cost, but they were the envy of all the women. They had a shine that would catch everyone's eye. As the 1st heel dropps to the floor, have a drink of my flask and light up another cigarette. Then I push the back of the other high heel off of my foot, again letting the cool air graze my soles and letting the heel dangle ever so slightly from my toes, just swaying back and forth. I give myself a nice long foot rub, those heels really cramped up my feet. I massage my toes and the arches of my soles and it feels amazing. Taking long, deep drags of my cigarette, I feel a sense of relaxation coming on, as I exhale slowly and watch the smoke escape from my lips. A take another hit from my flask and suddenly there's a raid! It's the coppers her to bust the party!! Maybe they won't notice my flask, it's only a little bit afterall! But alas, those damn stuffy Drys ruined the party and start taking people away, including me.

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Hooter's girl Nyssa isn't very happy with this newbie cook. He can't cook anything right! And that directly affects her money, so she's pissed. She yells out " newbie chef, get your ass in here!" Here he comes, completley clueless to why she's upset. She explains to him that all of her orders were wrong and had to be sent back and her customers are not happy with her, therefore she's being tipped less. And it's ALL HIS FAULT. She's had this happen to her before, and that last chef, well she got him fired! Not before a little punishment of course. She gave that last guy a real chance, but he didn't get any better so he had to go. Now being as nice as Nyssa can possibly be, she's got a punishment for the new cook, maybe he can learn a lesson, and if not, FIRED!!! So she tells him to get on the ground as she sits in a chair. "You're going to massage and smell my stinky feet" she tells him. He doesn't look too happy about it but can not afford to lose his job so he will do whatever it takes. He's willing to do anything, even stick his whole face in her disgusting work shoes and inhale the stench. He beings to massage her feet, which felt pretty good to Nyssa, but she's more into the punishment part than her pampering. She makes him take multiple whiffs of her smelly toes and even makes him smell both her feet at once. At the end she places both feet on his face and makes him inhale deeply while she counts to 20. She tell s him she better be able to hear him inhaling her feet oder, and she does. Then she sends this loser cook back to the kitchen, MEDIUM RARE BURGER she tells him, otherwise she's telling the boss what a cook he it, which will result in him getting FIRED!!!

Nyssa has been cuffed with her hands above her head into a metal cage. She strung up so tightly to the top of the cage that she has to stand on her tippy toes, ankles bound together by rope. Topless in nothing but the skimpiest bikini bottom, she struggles to find a way to relieve the pressure from her shoulders, but there's nothing she can do. She's gagged with a black handkerchief, cleve gagged, and struggling. And then someone comes to close the cage door...she may never get out.

It's 1926 in Chicago and prohibition has just taken place. But that doesn't stop our fun, we just took it underground. Those "Drys" are so boring and don't know how to have a good time. While us "Wets" have been partying nonstop, dancing til all hours of the night. The religious folks don't like us, but we couldn't care less. We are living for the now and they wont take our booze or our cigarettes! I've been dancing the Charleston, flirting with all the men, drinking from my garter flask, just having a lot of fun. My feet are very tired from dancing so I go to have a little break. I strike a match and light up a nice strong cigarette. These heels are a little bothersome so I slowly push the back of my heel down, not all the way. I like the way it feels when the air hits my soles and I just let that heel dangle off of the tips of my toes. I'm wearing a pair of silver silk stockings, rolled up just above my knee. They were imported and I can't bear to talk about how much they cost, but they were the envy of all the women. They had a shine that would catch everyone's eye. As the 1st heel dropps to the floor, have a drink of my flask and light up another cigarette. Then I push the back of the other high heel off of my foot, again letting the cool air graze my soles and letting the heel dangle ever so slightly from my toes, just swaying back and forth. I give myself a nice long foot rub, those heels really cramped up my feet. I massage my toes and the arches of my soles and it feels amazing. Taking long, deep drags of my cigarette, I feel a sense of relaxation coming on, as I exhale slowly and watch the smoke escape from my lips. A take another hit from my flask and suddenly there's a raid! It's the coppers her to bust the party!! Maybe they won't notice my flask, it's only a little bit afterall! But alas, those damn stuffy Drys ruined the party and start taking people away, including me.